beast: you've got me going, i'm going, i'm gone
you've got me going, i'm going, i'm gone
doojoon & junhyung; r
a/n; this is what happens when i'm in 2jun withdrawal. please let me know if there's any spelling mistakes - they bother me just as much as they bother you :)
junhyung meets doojoon in university. it's his second - and worst - lecture of the day, consisting of a monotone professor that goes on about things with big words junhyung doesn't know so he has no idea what on earth the guy is talking about. regardless, he's blindly writing down notes when a bag drops loudly next to him. sorry, the culprit says sheepishly. he makes way to sit one seat over, but when junhyung says hey, i'm junhyung, the guy grins and sits right beside him.
(doojoon, apparently, is majoring in biology and knows exactly what the professor is going on about so junhyung decides to keep him around.)
months later, they're at doojoon's apartment studying for their upcoming exam. doojoon is in the process of explaining a concept junhyung can't even pronounce when junhyung is suddenly very distracted by the way doojoon looks up at him through his eyelashes. junhyung finds himself inching closer and closer until there's no space left between them and junhyung is pressing their lips together.
junhyung doesn't know what makes him do it, but he'd be lying if he said he hasn't wanted to kiss doojoon since the first time he saw him smile - eyes bright and teeth taking up nearly half of his face. doojoon is plenty eager, sucking on junhyung's tongue and digging his fingers into junhyung's hips. junhyung isn't really surprised, after all, doojoon isn't exactly a closed book and those looks he sends junhyung tell him everything he needs to know. junhyung is, however, taken aback when he realizes how much he's enjoying this. at some point he, himself, has managed to crawl into doojoon's lap and his own fingers curve roughly around doojoon's jaw. their chests are pressed together and he can feel doojoon's heart beat like a jackhammer through his t-shirt. nothing so wrong has ever felt so right.
(what are we doing? doojoon asks one day - in a whisper - because he's all about serious relationships, finding that one person he'll marry and spend the rest of his life with.
junhyung just opens doojoon's mouth with his tongue and kisses him as if he doesn't hear. if it's supposed to shut doojoon up, it works.)
between classes and making out with doojoon, junhyung begins to forget that he has a girlfriend. her calls remain unanswered because he has nothing to say and they never see each other because he doesn't have the time. if junhyung were to be honest, he only agreed to dating because he didn't have the heart to say no - and, really, he had nothing better to do. their conversations were trivial and they only kissed a few times, pecks that meant nothing to him and everything to her.
so when junhyung finally meets with his girlfriend just to say i think we should break up, she smacks him across the face. the sting is almost pleasant and he feels a drop of blood roll down his lips where he bit so hard that his teeth broke through the skin. he isn't sad that it's over.
(when junhyung goes to doojoon's later that night, doojoon licks at his lower lip until junhyung stops him with a laugh, dumbass, you're gonna make it bleed again. doojoon looks momentarily wounded but soon becomes distracted with how many marks he can make on junhyung's neck. junhyung lets himself be ravished.)
when they fuck for the first time, it's not how doojoon planned it. he's not going to complain, though, especially when junhyung is straddling his hips, sweat-soaked bangs sticking to his forehead. he traces the ink across junhyung's forearm with his fingers, plants kisses across his collarbone. junhyung feigns confidence and doojoon would buy it if junhyung weren't shaking every time he pushed himself down onto doojoon.
doojoon's eyes keep rolling to the back of his head but junhyung's eyebrows are still furrowed in determination and discomfort - and, well, that just won't do. doojoon bites his lip and tries not to let the dizziness take over when he lifts his torso up with his hands. junhyung makes a low, deep sound and doojoon assumes it's a good sign so he pushes himself up until his back is against the headboard. junhyung gasps at the change in position, then moans when fingers curl hurriedly around him. doojoon sure knows how to take things into his own hands - literally.
(you should've done that from the start, junhyung says later, when they're sprawled out across doojoon's bed trying to catch their breath. and miss out on a once in a lifetime opportunity like that? no way, doojoon responds with a grin.
junhyung punches him in the shoulder.)
doojoon & junhyung; r
a/n; this is what happens when i'm in 2jun withdrawal. please let me know if there's any spelling mistakes - they bother me just as much as they bother you :)
junhyung meets doojoon in university. it's his second - and worst - lecture of the day, consisting of a monotone professor that goes on about things with big words junhyung doesn't know so he has no idea what on earth the guy is talking about. regardless, he's blindly writing down notes when a bag drops loudly next to him. sorry, the culprit says sheepishly. he makes way to sit one seat over, but when junhyung says hey, i'm junhyung, the guy grins and sits right beside him.
(doojoon, apparently, is majoring in biology and knows exactly what the professor is going on about so junhyung decides to keep him around.)
months later, they're at doojoon's apartment studying for their upcoming exam. doojoon is in the process of explaining a concept junhyung can't even pronounce when junhyung is suddenly very distracted by the way doojoon looks up at him through his eyelashes. junhyung finds himself inching closer and closer until there's no space left between them and junhyung is pressing their lips together.
junhyung doesn't know what makes him do it, but he'd be lying if he said he hasn't wanted to kiss doojoon since the first time he saw him smile - eyes bright and teeth taking up nearly half of his face. doojoon is plenty eager, sucking on junhyung's tongue and digging his fingers into junhyung's hips. junhyung isn't really surprised, after all, doojoon isn't exactly a closed book and those looks he sends junhyung tell him everything he needs to know. junhyung is, however, taken aback when he realizes how much he's enjoying this. at some point he, himself, has managed to crawl into doojoon's lap and his own fingers curve roughly around doojoon's jaw. their chests are pressed together and he can feel doojoon's heart beat like a jackhammer through his t-shirt. nothing so wrong has ever felt so right.
(what are we doing? doojoon asks one day - in a whisper - because he's all about serious relationships, finding that one person he'll marry and spend the rest of his life with.
junhyung just opens doojoon's mouth with his tongue and kisses him as if he doesn't hear. if it's supposed to shut doojoon up, it works.)
between classes and making out with doojoon, junhyung begins to forget that he has a girlfriend. her calls remain unanswered because he has nothing to say and they never see each other because he doesn't have the time. if junhyung were to be honest, he only agreed to dating because he didn't have the heart to say no - and, really, he had nothing better to do. their conversations were trivial and they only kissed a few times, pecks that meant nothing to him and everything to her.
so when junhyung finally meets with his girlfriend just to say i think we should break up, she smacks him across the face. the sting is almost pleasant and he feels a drop of blood roll down his lips where he bit so hard that his teeth broke through the skin. he isn't sad that it's over.
(when junhyung goes to doojoon's later that night, doojoon licks at his lower lip until junhyung stops him with a laugh, dumbass, you're gonna make it bleed again. doojoon looks momentarily wounded but soon becomes distracted with how many marks he can make on junhyung's neck. junhyung lets himself be ravished.)
when they fuck for the first time, it's not how doojoon planned it. he's not going to complain, though, especially when junhyung is straddling his hips, sweat-soaked bangs sticking to his forehead. he traces the ink across junhyung's forearm with his fingers, plants kisses across his collarbone. junhyung feigns confidence and doojoon would buy it if junhyung weren't shaking every time he pushed himself down onto doojoon.
doojoon's eyes keep rolling to the back of his head but junhyung's eyebrows are still furrowed in determination and discomfort - and, well, that just won't do. doojoon bites his lip and tries not to let the dizziness take over when he lifts his torso up with his hands. junhyung makes a low, deep sound and doojoon assumes it's a good sign so he pushes himself up until his back is against the headboard. junhyung gasps at the change in position, then moans when fingers curl hurriedly around him. doojoon sure knows how to take things into his own hands - literally.
(you should've done that from the start, junhyung says later, when they're sprawled out across doojoon's bed trying to catch their breath. and miss out on a once in a lifetime opportunity like that? no way, doojoon responds with a grin.
junhyung punches him in the shoulder.)